I Don't Get Paid Enough For This (William Afton x reader)

Snitches Get Stiches

You spent the rest of your shift consumed by the sound of those echoing footsteps in your ears.

You normally weren't easily scared, mostly due to you previously sharing a dorm with someone who sleepwalked, which often led to you waking up with them standing over you or ripping books from the shelves. Once you had even caught them ripping your tv off of the wall.

The footsteps were different though, mostly due to them not having a clear owner. They ran with such a frantic speed and panic as if they were not racing towards you, but rather running from something else.

"Hey." A voice caught your attention. You stood up from where you were picking up pieces of trash such as candy wrappers and paper cups used to hold coins that had been mindlessly tossed out by kids when they had run out of their parents money.

You turned to meet the face of one of your young co-workers. Her name tag read 'Carly', you knew her from your first shift, she had been fairly nice to you in comparison to the other employees, who had all snickered at your older age, and had even offered to take up some of your cleaning duties so you could leave on time. She was a pretty girl of about the age 18 or 19 with deep mahogany skin and hazel eyes that contain palette of varying browns, blues and greens. Carly was nice, even you had to admit that.

"Afton wants to see you." She finished with an almost pitying look. That look amused you, it was clear that nobody liked that William guy either. Carly pointed at the office door before rushing away to cater to a child who had just flown out of a slide headfirst and smacked his head on the side of the Pac-Man machine and was now crying hysterically.

Shit.

You practically wanted to throw up. Your second shift and you once again being dragged to the office like some disobedient child. The fact you were seeing him again also added to the anxiety, you had prayed the whole day to avoid seeing him. You hated that you had to feel this stressed at work, it was already stressful enough dealing with parents and kids screaming at you 24/7, William just added a whole other layer.

Just breathe and deal with shitty management. It's nothing new. You're a grown adult like him, don't be treated like a damn child.

You walked over the office slowly, dragging your feet with a frown on your face. You were practically holding your breath as you reluctantly knocked on the aged and dull wooden door. This place seriously needed some renovations.

"Come in." A muffled voice sounded from the other side of the door with the same lifelessness and coldness to its tone. Him.

'You are smart, capable and good at your job.' You told yourself as if to inflate your ego before he would inevitably break it again.

You pushed open the door slowly, listening to it creak open obnoxiously.

There he was again, sat at the desk, although this time the desk was scattered with papers and documents that you couldn't quite get a good luck of due to them being upside down and piled upon one another.

Williams cold eyes bore into your soul and yet he seemed slightly more relaxed than when you had previously met. He looked less tense with his arms resting peacefully on the desk in front of him and he looked slightly slouched over which took away from his intimidating height. His dark hair was messy and his under eyes were dark as though he had been working since the very early morning and yet he managed to pull off the look, it fit in with his overall atmosphere. His more relaxed position calmed your nerves slightly, although you were still on edge due to your previous meeting.

"Sit." He pointed to a small plastic chair that faced opposite him from across the desk. You sat silently in response, the chair digging uncomfortably into your back, although that might have been due to your tense and rigid posture.